The Power Of Game: Turning An Antagonistic Feminist Into A Tingle Puddle

Reader walawala points out that one of the men approached for sex by a feminist humorist (contradiction in terms noted) in the “social experiment” video set forth as proof that men are 30% more interested in casual sex than are women had, himself, some serviceable game, which he used on his phony solicitor to amusing effect.

This is what prostitutes do…also she sounds insincere…I’d be creeped out. What this does show is the power of game.

Check out how the third [ed: fourth] guy in the Paul Bunyan shirt starts gaming her: “That’s a very weird proposition…” and flips the script so she’s now qualifying herself.

He appears at 1:10.

I can’t make out what she says to him after he says “and that’s very strange”, but it does sound by the tone of her voice that she is qualifying herself to him. Also notice that she drops her arms down to her sides, which indicates an openness to further conversation, unlike the repulsing crossed-arm pose she maintained with a lot of the men.

So yes, game can work on women, even when those women are feminist agitators on a mission of attention whoring.

The whole spectacle does raise an interesting (if unrealistic) game-centered thought experiment. What would you do if a bangable female stranger walked up to you and solicited you for sex? I mean, no fluff, no guff, just a straight-up proposition out of the gate?

If the girl was truly interested in sex — I have been cold approached a few times in my life by girls saying they wanted sex, once I translated their womanese into recognizable English (e.g., “do you want to leave and have a drink at your place?” –> “do you want to go to your place to fuck?”) — and her query was absolutely sincere (easy to tell), then the only game you need is “sure”, (if that). The less you say, the better, because more words can only increase the chance of jarring her out of her already maximally horny mood. KISS. Keep It Succinct, Stupid.

But, assuming that any girl who cold-twats you is a prankster having some fun, then you’ll need some game if you want a shot at turning her clown act into a love pact.

I can think of three charismatic responses that are better than the groinotypical replies most men would knee-jerk fall back on:

1. Call her bluff.

The black guy right at the beginning of the video goes direct on her (how about that? a black guy dispensing with the subtler arts of seduction!), and peppers it with a strong dose of Agree&Amplify. Go over the top. “Yeah, let’s go. Wait’ll you experience the pleasure of my ribbed condoms. By the way, do I have to stay the full night?” Why does calling her bluff work? It communicates all the right mate cues: “Here’s a man who must be accustomed to women’s sexual favors if he so boldly takes me at my whorish word.”

2. Disqualify her.

This is Paul Bunyan shirt guy’s preferred angle of parry. The advantage of initiating with DQ game is its shock value. That temptress will be thrown on her wobbly heels wondering if she has BO or something.

3. Amuse yourself.

To be flank, I think the Asian-ish guy (appearing at 1:24 in the video) has the best game for this weird situation. “Let me get some gatorade first”, spoken in a measured, steady cadence, anchored (presumably) by a dead-pan expression. Think about it… if you suspect a girl is fucking with you, wouldn’t you want to let her know you’re in on it? Have some fun, turn it around on her, and if she laughs (which she did), you might just make her rethink her reason for approaching you.

Whatever you do, DON’T say “R u srs?” That’s the kind of unconscious blurt that beta males find a comfy verbal fit. When you answer a girl’s sexual interest with “are you serious?” all you’re doing is influencing her perception of you in a negative direction. She’ll think you’re the kind of man who doesn’t get much action if he reflexively assumes a girl coming onto him is a cosmic impossibility.

One other take-home lesson from this video: Very few men have game. I’d put the number at three out of one hundred. With those odds, it’s no wonder game packs more punch per minute of conversation than any other male mate value attribute.

UPDATE

Commenter theasdgamer whips out the heavy semantic artillery and provides a very funny reply to a theoretical girl soliciting him for sex,

The girl in the video is an ultimate product of the commodification of sex. Fish don’t feel the water they are in, just as we are not able to see the girl for what she represents.

She is in the prime of her sexual life, presenting her inarguable physical virtues without mystery or promise of private discovery. She might as well be naked. The fact that most young women dress this way today inures us to what a shocking exposure such a presentation is once she calls attention to herself. It wasn’t much more than 15-20 years ago — the demarcation of convenience is Before Britney and After Britney — when that kind of clothing choice on the street would signal a professional working girl. Today, ten-year-olds wear words on their asses.

Now here comes the “experimenter” to give away carnal knowledge for free. It’s like someone walking up to you in the street with a delicious looking drink and telling you to chug it. Any adult’s first impulse is to question the giver’s motivations. Whoever hands out goods for nothing isn’t really giving them away for nothing — the cost is hidden. Our street senses know this instinctively.

In propositioning him, she has specifically called the mark’s attention to one great lie of our age — The Empress is Literally Wearing No Clothes. And now he has to account for this massive incongruity between his visual information and the paradoxes civilization has insisted he believe. Which of course he can’t square. To be socialized is to cease noticing untruths. “Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?”

The truth here is that commodifying sex isn’t just naturally repulsive, it’s very sad and lonely for its participants. Even the men who will take sex this way don’t really want sex this way. Commodifying sex means the act becomes indistinguishable from masturbation.

We have an impulse for fucking, which alerts us to our deep hunger for connection, which in turn motivates us to follow our impulse for fucking. Take out the middle part and we are all just a bunch of aimless lubricated atoms rubbing inconsequentially against each other.

The best PUAs eventually figure this out … and then go searching for answers in all the wrong places, like homely but steadfast women, Tony Robbins-type uplift, and new-age insta-spiritualities.

> “What would you do if a bangable female stranger walked up to you and solicited you for sex?” Okay, I know we aren’t supposed to talk about *** MOAR WHYTE BABEEZ ***, but if you’ve got really tight game, and if you’ve established yourself locally as a mysterious bad boy jerk-face possibly/probably ex-con but definitely cash-economy shady-transactions “WHO IS THAT GUY???” kind of vampire/werewolf uber-playah, then you have got to consider the possibility/probability that she’s about to 0vulate and that she’s searching for the highest quality Alpha seed that she can find.

I watched about 4 minutes and so far what strikes me is that she does not look sincere or believable

If she had approached me with that offer I would have been convinced it was a sort of joke or some experiment, neither her tone of voice nor her body language are saying ” I am so horny , I need to be f*cked right now”

She is simply not believable, which is why so many men turned her down ( and many did not believe her )

The best one was the late middle aged guy who says he injured his back the day before and she says ” That’s OK, I’ll do all the work…”, and he says ” Ohh, you’re a doll…”.
Dude thought he had just hit the jackpot.

Asking a chick if she does anal, or hinting at it is a very subtle neg and it also serves as a bait n switch. If Im at a stuck point in a convo and shes appearing a lil cold I will work anal sex into the conversation. On one hand im saying her vag isnt good enough, and on the other hand im in a way negotiating terms of sex. Most of the time it works out good.

At 0:50, the guy in the fraternity muscle shirt scoped her out before rejecting her. You can see his head move up and down before outing her with ‘uhhhh, gf’. They should have gotten a hotter chick, and perhaps she shouldn’t have dressed like a homeless person. Not sure what she was going for except the lulz.

I just say “good”. kinda like something a spoiled child will say when they dont get their way. except i will say it with aloofness and slight playfullness. most of the time i get the “why do you say that” or something similiar.

It’s a great experiment not because it proves their risible feminist point but because it proves something like the opposite. This is what happens when you turn sex into a commodity.

If you follow the “logic” of feminism to its end point, this is the kind of anti-septic, anti-erotic, lifeless sexual exchange we will get. Our nearest reference to that dystopia is “she [must be] on drugs.”

Of course 70% of men won’t participate! Nobody wants a bloodless sexual transaction.

[CH: that’s not why she got a 70% miss rate.]

Nobody wants to jerk off in a cup, even a very attractive cup.

[last i checked a sexy woman’s body was nothing like a cup.]

(Rule 34 notwithstanding.) We want the passion and connection that attends sex.

[sure. but nsa sex is pretty good too.]

Her beauty is the advertisement that promises we might attain that passion, but her cock-shrinking, ball-shriveling, clinical demeanor mitigates that promise by a factor of about … 70%.

[mostly the guys could tell she didn’t mean what she was saying, so they blew her off.]

[if that’s true, why do men almost universally choose live attractive women over friction implements when they have the choice?]

Let the point be conceded, if only to emphasize the greater point: Your eager student strivers have no experience of this affectless truth at the end of the PUA rainbow.

[what end do you see?]

You advertise a false product that cannot possibly deliver on your implied guarantee, which is, finding the meaning of life at the bottom of some idealized vagina.

[most men want more romantic success in their lives, which is to say they want more happiness. the “guarantee” of game is that the odds of achieving those goals can be increased with a little effort.]

Most of your audience doesn’t (can’t) know any better.

[you speak for all of them?]

nsa sex is pretty good too

No shit. But it’s not better than the proximate hunger for which it is a temporary substitute (unitive sex), nor the ultimate hunger for which it doesn’t even pretend to be a substitute (the highest goals we live for).

[sex is great, romantic love is even better. but there’s no latter without first the former.]

mostly the guys could tell she didn’t mean what she was saying, so they blew her off

This is shallow like a YouTube comment. When are women ever sincere?

[has a woman ever gazed at you with pure unbridled lust? love? i’ve never felt a need to mistake that look for insincerity.]

Would you have run away when you found out that a woman — shockingly — didn’t “mean what she was saying”?

[depends on my risk assessment.]

The opposite is true. The guys couldn’t tell whether she meant what she was saying.

[which is the same thing as being able to tell she wasn’t sincere. i should’ve known any interaction with you would eventually devolve into lawyerly semantics.]

It was her autistic presentation of blunt sincerity that threw men for a loop, being unable to resolve the sudden social paradox.

[no. it was the insincere incongruence between her tone of voice + body language and her actual words.]

When a man is presented with an insincere proposition, his first instinct isn’t to run.

[when a man is presented with a strange woman asking him for sex, his first instinct is to assess the situation with a little more diligence than he would the background whitenoize of daily existence.]

His first instinct is to call her bluff.

[as we can tell by the majority of men in the video, his first instinct is to question her sincerity, because his subconscious obviously picked up strong cues that she wasn’t on the up and up.]

He may wisely be skeptical — “What’s the catch?” But if the upside is big enough, it’s worth some investigation.

The fact is, most men do not consider transactional humping to be an upside big enough.

[correction: most men do not consider phony women soliciting for phony promises of sex worth further investigation.]

Here is a check for $10,000 dollars. Just write in your name. Even if chances are overwhelming that there’s “a catch,” would 70% flee at the very possibility of insincerity? Or would 90% accept and investigate?

[as a wry commenter wrote, “you didn’t sign up for that nigerian moneymaking scam? you must not like easy money.”]

most men want more romantic success in their lives, which is to say they want more happiness. the “guarantee” of game is that the odds of achieving those goals can be increased with a little effort.

Fine sentiment, but it’s not in evidence in your writing. Your advice is predicated on far-ranging presumptions about what men should strive after or occupy their lives with, namely endless sexual pursuit, the only pursuit that ultimately matters. Is that not your position?

You write broadly as a sex-fixated totalitarian, but when pressed you retreat to the innocuousness of li’l ol’ Heartie just helpin’ a couple guys get laid. Some of us notice the con.

as a wry commenter wrote, “you didn’t sign up for that nigerian moneymaking scam? you must not like easy money.”

Come on. Bad faith. There is nothing remotely similar to giving one’s bank account number to a stranger and picking up cold hard cash from the sidewalk. Which does the street proposition more resemble? A lot of risky requirements from the mark up front, or a low commitment whose huge upside would be proved or disproved in a matter of minutes?

There is a reason the kidney-stealing hooker was cited so much. It’s an urban legend. The downside/risk is so vanishingly unlikely that commenters had to reference the fictional for comparison.

My point was about calculating upside versus little effort and risk, not saying risk was an inappropriate factor to consider.

All of these responses miss a key point: show that you notice that she’s insincere. The trick is to do it without coming off like you don’t have confidence.

What would you say as a man who regularly has women interested in sex right off the bat but also notices the incongruity in this case? Assume attraction, but call her bluff on comfort with a smirk that says “I know you’re bullshitting, but that you also want it”.

Step in. Hold eye contact. Raise the sexual tension through the roof. Make her tell you why she wants to fuck you. Tell her to be specific. “I’m impressed that you’re comfortable taking a guy like me back to fuck you right off the bat. Especially with what I’m likely to do to you”. Make her agree. Amplify it like a football coach saying “I can’t hear you!”

In other words, *force* her to give up her hand. The further she wants to take it, the closer to being ready to fuck you she must become. If she’s not going to sign on the dotted line, she’ll have to fold at some point, and as soon as the incongruity becomes blatant, you call her on it.

At this point you have shown confidence in your own value, willingness and ability to create sexual tension, and importantly, also calibration/social skills. Where to go after that is left as an exercise for the reader.

Gotta wonder what theasdgamer’s problem here is, and The Socialist Within’s. Greg Eliot being “traditionalist” (the horror!) and “antiquated” for suggesting a funny way to reply to the feminist in a way she deserves? Sounds more like “Greg Eliot posted, I must find something wrong with it!”

asdgamer, if you have The Socialist Within on your side in a debate, that should give you pause.

VRW, thanks. You are my muse. You reminded me that women often ask for my contact info (one last night) and I get invited to parties fairly often since I started dancing. For someone who’s autistic, that’s kind of a big deal. In fact, I’m going to a dance event tonight that a couple of different women invited me to. Last night I was invited to an upcoming party by a guy I don’t even know through a woman we know.

Autism slows social development–it doesn’t prevent it. If an autist makes an effort to learn the social rules, he can probably learn them gradually and gradually improve his social skills. He will always be at a disadvantage in real-time processing of social cues when he isn’t focusing on them. This means that sometimes he will miss opportunities that a non-autist might not miss.

Greg isn’t boring. He is a lodestar. “Of whose true-fixed and resting quality / There is no fellow in the firmament.” And he represents his constant position with uncommon generosity and humor. Appreciate it.

Smart people understand how important a reliable pillar of opinion — any opinion — is to a lively conversation, even if you don’t share that opinion. Your choices aren’t limited to reinforcing him or dismissing him. You can use him to bring your own point into stark relief — you know, triangulate like a GPS. All the regulars around here are useful that way.

If he were wishy washy or a yes-man, synthesis wouldn’t be possible. Conflict is a prerequisite of creation.

In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance.

In Switzerland they had brotherly love – they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce?

The cuckoo clock.

Greg’s critics are overly sensitive, conversational pacifists. Millennials and their corrupt teachers only know how to take everything personally and reject everyone wholesale. They can’t discuss a subject for more than two lines without following that callow impulse to make the speaker himself the subject. It’s like a twitch reflex in response to disagreement. Someone has a different take on the subject! Let’s examine what’s wrong with him!

Nah, you treat this socially like an illegitimate tollbooth at the base of a bridge that you built yourself. Say nothing, look straight into her eyes, slowly crack a grin (as you might when your neighbor’s new chihuahua begins to hump your leg), tussle her hair as you would the strange-looking dog, and walk away self-satisfied and amused. She’ll follow you, so make the call. The very fact that she feels comfortable following through with this “experiment” is an attempted slap in the face to each and every American Male – whether you’re immune to it or not.

Had a raging feminist interject herself into my conversation with my buddies last week at the bar. You name it, she felt strongly about every feminist issue. I simply told her our politics would be like fire and water, but I was courteous and kept steering the convos into social/sexual/fun. Before long, she’s mingled with all of the group and I started a conversation with a hot blonde milf. She comes up to me immediately after and says, “Everyone keeps saying I should come talk to you and you’re so fun.” I said, “What, are you a swinger?” Basically told her my story and I’m just doing my own thing. Before you know it, she’s basically making all kinds of comments about how she can’t hook up with me, which was funny because I had not said a word about doing anything with her specifically, just about my situation and how I wouldn’t mind slipping and falling on some titties somewhere. Girl was crazy, and a lib, but she couldn’t help the tingles around a handsome, fun guy. Haven’t pulled the trigger yet, but just to fuck with her I told her to bounce with me. She ejected at the last minute, but I felt good knowing how easy this shit is when you’ve been blessed enough to stumble onto game, even for a married dude.

There are indeed feminists who are tired of the guys they usually date. They might however flake easily, after they have dipped their toe in the waters of ordinary people. With them more than ever you have to make sure not to hope for anything, and make sure that if they start their political crap or demeanor you don’t give an inch. Even if that means she’ll leave. You’ll despise yourself if you do it, and you probably won’t be getting any anyway. Doesn’t mean you have to start a debate either, just be sure she sees you’re not playing along.

It helps to have social proof of course. Your friends told her she should talk to you and that you’re fun? Excellent gang.

Suggest less life story more mystery, more picking up in the iois and Kino Kino Kino.

Her I can’t hook up with you is a gold plated tell… Just a and a that and a short playful disqualifier then later pull her in with some strong Kino, like grab her by the wrist and pull her in close for a hug and playful whisper in her ear something like “you know you’re not so bad… For a tease” and push her away turn back to your drink with a smirk on….

If I was a multi rich CEO I would start a PR campaign showing women pooping. Images of women actually pooping, poop coming out of their buts. You never see this even dark internet porn rarely touches on this. When we see a hot ass we are so programmed to think ‘love to tap that’. We rarely think of women pooping out of it. My PR campaign would bring women’s SMV down a peg or two- they would lose power and may even tilt the scales against the Feminine Imperative.

[CH: ‘2 girls 1 cup’ hasn’t seemed to have put much of a dent in the fap machine.]

Successful number close today, the same waitress I was flirting with a few weeks ago. There wasn’t much game involved, but after I paid I asked her when she got off and invited her to join my plans. She had plans but said she’d be down for “next time.” Her body language suggested that she wasn’t blowing me off.

“That’s cool. Put your number in here and we’ll set it up. I’ll send you a funny text later.” Called and confirmed it was actually her number. Quick and to the point.

First off let me apologize to the CH brethren for the blanket neocon insult. I know everyone on this board is not a closet neocon so it was unwarranted.

Benson, good deal. The empire continues to grow. Good job with laying the ground work for that to happen.

I had a very interesting day at the “coffee house”. Basically walked in to get some sugar and was at the little condiment table when I turned around to take a look at who was in there. I immediately see an 8 staring at me about 5 feet away. I make note self that I need approach her at some point. Go out front to my table and the 8 walks out a few minutes later. There was really no places to sit and she kind of walks near me. I put my hand up and invite her to sit at my table and she humbly does. long story short she throws no shit tests but a couple qualifying questions. I decide I am going to leave and say that she can give me her name and number, for business reasons, as I hand her my my phone. She is completely compliant. Here is the kicker I am wearing my wedding ring which I normally take off when I go into there. She sees it clearly as I hand her my card. While I am taking her hand to say goodbye I glance over at the other women sitting out front and notice their whole demeanor has changed from high value cocky bitches to “oh shit, I blew it” looks. You could just see the confidence fade from their faces and that includes one gal I approached who gave me a bit of an awkward, neutral response.
One thing I did was make sure to not compliment this gal on her looks. I did this with the last 8-9 I got a number from and it probably hurt the vibe. I also text immediately which I picked up from an Alpha story on CH. So I leave and send a text saying hey. She texts right back. I say we will have coffee and she reply’s “sure we are”.

Frankly the whole thing happened so easily and she was so compliant that I really didn’t get the emotional high which usually comes with getting a number. It definitely gave credence to those theories on a girl deciding she likes you in the first 5 seconds. But it also gives credence to the theory that women love guys who have other women as evidenced by the looks on the other women’s faces.

Benson, we talked about her internship finishing up and the two companies she is looking at interviewing with. I was asking questions then caught myself and stopped the interviewing. There were periods of silence as I was shuffling paperwork and looking at device. At one point I left to talk on the phone and left my wallet on the table telling her to watch it. When i got back I said to her it was good the wallet was still there, “I can trust you”.

I think she just wanted to qualify me before making a full commitment to being my concubine. Look, she is not the typical American women of European descent. She could very well be part an option plan. Then again she could turn me down flat for coffee next week…

Some advice to single guys out there. Think twice before marrying an American women. In most cases they are just not worth the hassle.
Another thing to older men. Get on the Ray Peat diet if you want to extend your window. You can calibrate the diet as long as you stay within the Ray Peat frame.

The test is over for the 8 as she is already in my rotation. I am proud of her. Now the 8-9 that I got the phone number from a few weeks ago is a different story. I decided to wipe the slate clean with her via some text game.

Validating me as a man. The plan is to have 5 women who must be 8+. These women have to be compliant and not flaky so it will take some time. The white, European women are really non compliant in general although I am sure there are some that have a good attitude.

Just trying to figure out your posts. Do what you want, but if you just want to be friends with some girls, take the aura of sex off the table completely – just tell them you are gay… and a hairdresser or interior designer. That will bring them out in droves… you could roll 5 deep…

“Just trying to figure out your posts. Do what you want, but if you just want to be friends with some girls, take the aura of sex off the table completely – just tell them you are gay… and a hairdresser or interior designer. That will bring them out in droves… you could roll 5 deep…”

Nice.

Alright, so here is the plan. Do the opposite of Sentient. Yep, I am going to piss all over my own pool. Barista’s, coworkers, family friends. I am going to develop a rotation of attractive girls who will shower me with attention and good physical hugs along with fun texting. I may even rub it in my wife’s face all the while maintaining the leverage of remaining faithful.

By the way how is your plan working? Do you even have any women you can text or are they all ONS far away from your pool.

By the way I took my wife to Starbucks for Mothers Day(lol). It was her gift. Caught her watching me flirt with a Barista as I asked for a napkin. She told me that I could of got a napkin at the condiment table. I played dumb.

Ask her schedule, then propose a time….she’ll counter and you can confirm whatever works.

This does two things…it’s not needy, so you’re offering her a chance to meet you…if she’s keen ok…if she’s not….ok

Decent girls will always make a counter-offer….the others won’t. Show initiative not neediness.

As I wrote elsewhere….even with crazy ex, it was simple: let’s meet for drinks

I get anything less than an “ok” I don’t respond. Now that I have a mini harem, I don’t need to worry….if one’s busy someone will be free.

Also, now that I have my mini harem I realize that girls are now inviting themselves out to me: “When are we going for that curry?” “When are you cooking for me?” which translates into “When can I come over and bang you?”

She’s been pretty unresponsive so far. I’ve sent her two texts; she ignored the first and responded to the second. I tried to get a conversation going and she hasn’t replied. I figured I’d back off until midweek, then invite her out once. I’m done after that.

“She’s been pretty unresponsive so far. I’ve sent her two texts; she ignored the first and responded to the second. I tried to get a conversation going and she hasn’t replied. I figured I’d back off until midweek, then invite her out once. I’m done after that.”

FWIW, there are a couple of rules I have for texting which have helped me.

First rule is don’t text too much.
Second rule is don’t text too much.
Third rule is text her within a minute of getting her number. Say Hey, your name then wait for reply then say “will let you know”. You basically take charge like it is a cold business deal. Then let it sit until it is time. When it is time you don’t ask her, you tell her in a polite way this is the plan…if she has an excuse then you say “your loss”.

First rule is don’t text too much.
Second rule is don’t text too much.
Third rule is text her within a minute of getting her number. Say Hey, your name then wait for reply then say “will let you know”. You basically take charge like it is a cold business deal. Then let it sit until it is time. When it is time you don’t ask her, you tell her in a polite way this is the plan…if she has an excuse then you say “your loss”.

How you take charge is key.

All good rules. After she didn’t reply the second time on Saturday, I went silent. She replied to my text today, apologized for taking so long to get back to me and said, “I hope you have a good day : )”. I just sent the invite for drinks.

Typically a third party interjects- a camera guy or crew and/or a producer of the content. From there they explain the BS and give the participant a T-shirt or something or in this case some grape drank.

Funny you should mention it, CH. Earlier this week I was at a bar with some friends, some of which I know from work, but there was also a girl I have only met once before. She is an unusual mix: an attractive homosexual Russian girl from Ukraine, who opposes the Kiev coupsters and who doesn’t act like a feminist.

(Prediction: with the EU agreement giving Ukrainians visas, which is the main reason the Maidan crowd wanted the deal, the homosexuals will all move to Western Europe.)

I got to the table late, and sat down next to this girl. Because I knew she is okay to talk to I decided to treat her like I would a normal attractive girl, and I got a surprisingly warm reaction. She laughed at my jokes, etc. I did mild negs – like when she tried to reply to my joke with one of her own, failed to finish it, and had to say, “That was supposed to be a joke, by the way,” I’d go, “No no, I was going to laugh when you had finished talking.” Something that simple made her laugh. It started to feel a bit like a successful date.

Btw, on her other side sat another Russian girl, who happened to be extremely cute. I’m not sure if they knew each other or not – I think they didn’t, and sat down next to each other because they were the only girls in a group of eight. I kinda hoped the extremely cute girl would be single, but on the other hand hoped they’d be a couple and would invite me to a threesome. You never know.

Anyway. While it may seem meaningless to game a lesbian, these were the only two girls there, she was nice to talk to, practice never ends, and above all: You never know what being on good terms with people today will lead to tomorrow. Whether with them or someone else. The same night that girl sent me a brief email with a link about something we had talked about, must have been right after she got home. With a hetero girl I’d take that as an IOI.

Pediatrician here, dealing with numerous cunty mothers. If they are nice, so am I. If they act like cunts, I give them the same treatment. Question is, I’ve been called out a couple of times by cunty mothers calling me “disrespectful.” Though I take it as a compliment, I am also concerned about job security as one of my seniors has sat down and talked to me about it.

Any ideas on me dealing with them while simultaneously maintaining my employment?

Dread game. Imply that, if her child is sick, she’s not doing her job as a mother. Leave a lot of potential disapproval hanging in the air, unspoken. You’re an authority who knows better. You’ve read all the studies. Amirite?

It is not an unusual scenario. Well, you have to be careful here, it’s your job on the line. But you don’t want to give in and start loathing yourself.

Let’s say you are explaining something, and the mother is giving you lip about it. You can show your displeasure without giving her any comments she can quote. Look at her quietly for a moment with a stone-wall face that makes it clear what you’re thinking but also clear you think it’d be a waste of time to say it. Then you just keep explaining as if she hadn’t interrupted.

There’s nothing for her to put her finger on, you’re just patiently explaining. The exaggerated patience, however, is what shows your displeasure. Gotta learn how to do it right, though.

It sounds like your boss doesn’t have your back. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that he’s either a Beta, or a former Alpha who was beaten into submission by The System. You’ve got a tough decision to make here – do you want to be him in another 15 or 20 years? A once-proud young Chief Resident, with his entire life ahead of him, who is now just another eunuch castrated at the altar of Femin@ziism Inc? Your situation is compounded by the fact that 0bamacare is waging total warfare on independent physicians, trying to shut down their practices, so as to corral them all into The System, which means that heading out on your own would be more difficult than ever.

Since Plan A is sputtering, you definitely need to be thinking about Plan B, Plan C, Plan D, and so on. You could go back to school for more specialized training, so that you emerge from it as “indispensable” [let’s face it, general practitioner pediatricians, without specialty residencies, are a dime a dozen]. You could try to search out another situation with a more Alpha boss, who wouldn’t betray you, but there’s no guarantee that the next situation won’t be even worse than this one. Bottom Line: Until you are your own boss, or until you are an employee with specialized knowledge which makes you absolutely indispensable, you’ve got a problem here with The System.

And technically speaking, the Hypocratic Oath arguably forbids you from dipping it in the Cunty MILF [since the Cunty MILF lives in the same house as the patient]: “Whatsoever house I may enter… I will willingly refrain… from acts of an amorous nature, whatever may be the rank of those who it may be my duty to cure, whether mistress or servant, bond or free.”

Techniques: Uh, GAME?!? But that gets back to the Hippocratic Oath – you’re not supposed to “soil yourself” by “having relations” in any “house which you enter”. So you’d have to be engaging in some sort of a “Teasing” Game, where you’re the forbidden fruit on account of the Hippocratic Oath.

Although, I gotta tell you, if you’re dealing with the kind of Bluetropolis Cunty Witches that I see on a regular basis, then my prayers are with you. I used to talk a lot about “The Darkness” in a chick’s heart, and to “Run Forrest Run!” at the first sign of it. But you’re stuck there taking that Dark Poison from the witch, and your boss has made it clear that he doesn’t have your back, so what do you do? Is it possible to relocate to a Red State where the people are [on balance] friendly and cheerful and pious and Godly?

Getting back to specifics, and away from generalities, can you give us a few specific examples of cuntishness from a Mom, with maybe some background as to her Socio Economic Status [SES] and her looks and whatnot, so we’d know what to tease her about?

Putin is telling you the same thing that I told you – either become your own boss, or develop an indispensable specialty [which makes you un-fire-able], or else deal with life as it is lived between a rock and a hard place. Also, to expound on what I said earlier, there are different kinds of “Game”, and not all “Game” has to be explicitly Male => Female sexual innuendo. But we need specific examples of cuntishness in order to tailor some specific responses designed to put the cunts in their place.

Are you really saying the scenario is mom takes kid to the doctor, gets brought into an exam room, then the doctor enters but the mom refuses to let the doctor proceed because “precious child is sleeping”? Wow, the world has even more psychos in in than I realized.

Are you doing in-hospital calls witn newborns (just do the other babies on rotation all these moms are sleep-deprived hormonal messes) or are these scenarios in your office? If the latter, flip the script with disapproving doctor tone. “Did you really set the appointment for ___’s naptime?” Or, “We generally discourage parents from scheduling appointments during a child’s nap.” If an older child, “what medication doses have you been giving before you got here?” On the mumbling moms: “[Pause-do a “look” over glasses, computer, whatever] I am unwilling to put your child at risk. You have an obligation to answer these questions clearly and carefully. Let’s start over.” Let her qualify she’s not a bad/stupid mother. And how is she going to complain–“I didn’t like the way he asked me to be more clear about patient history!” Yeah boss, defend that in a future lawsuit…

> “Wow, the world has even more psychos in in than I realized.” KP, if you haven’t seen what Evil Psychiatry Inc and the Gramsci Project have done as regards inculcating the Cluster B insanity in the Bluetropolis witches, then you live a very blessed life. If I were the boss of my own clinic, then I’d kick them right out of the practice and tell them to go get in line behind the Mexican illegals in the Emergency Room. But Fowler isn’t his own boss, and apparently he doesn’t have an indispensable specialty, and his own boss is a coward, so he’s between a rock and a hard place.

> “she looks up at me and says “SHHHH” Get out a piece of paper, and an El Marko, and in big letters, write, “Tell me about yourself.” Then hand her the El Marko and another piece of paper and let her start writing.

> “WOW THATS SO DISRESPECTFUL” You could try whatever constitutes Valley Girl talk in Princess Barbie land. “O-M-G, you are like totally more awesome than me. And you even got your jeans from Old Navy? I am like so not worthy of even being in the same room as you. Now give me your lunch money.” Or if you’re in a really foul mood: “I got a homeboy in my hood who’s a dermatologist and he can remove that tat for ya.”

SHE: “You can’t have my lunch money. I have to skip lunch just to pay for these doctor visits.” YOU: “Then I’m not taking you to the prom.” SHE: “As if I would pay you to take me to the prom.” YOU: “It’s called a dowry, honey, it’s what you have to pay to bribe a man into putting up with your histrionics and your melodrama and your hysteria. That’ll be $5. Now.”

All this verbiage to avoid the eternal principle of Christian power: turn the other cheek.

[CH: that’s working out well for the rotherham parents.]

You defeat lowborn shitbags by defying them to do their worst. And when you emerge unscathed, they either kneel before you or scurry back to the shadows contemplating their impotence and suicide.

[the problem is getting to that “unscathed” part.]

Of course, this requires you to be strong enough to withstand “slings and arrows,” which should be your primary concern, rather than countervailing whatever complaint-of-the-day our hysterical society (and the cunts empowered by it) is temporarily giving voice to.

[bad PR only works on your enemies if they’re concerned with their public image.]

Regarding talking over: manners are the fabric that holds society together. Once that fabric breaks down, violence or the threat of it becomes necessary to get what you want in everyday life. That’s where we are headed.

Non sequitur. Those “parents” left their children defenseless against jackals out of the pettiest possible cowardice. Christian duty requires intervention between evil and the vulnerable. You don’t send the littlest lambs to the slaughter for the sake of political correctness. We are the rock whose indefatigability in a direct fight necessitated the very idea of indirect and subversive political correctness.

If you think the left is employing the Christian doctrine of power, rather than bending over for satan and his swarthy imps, then you are more of a “useful idiot” than you let on.

the problem is getting to that “unscathed” part.

Hence the ritualized training and reinforcement. It is not a strategy for the unprepared or the weak.

bad PR only works on your enemies if they’re concerned with their public image.

Bad PR? Ha! We aren’t trying to shame them into right conduct, like some gaggle of faggots on Twitter. Shame is for civilized, self-disciplined people closer to the Christian God, not quasi-animals and unembarrassable deviants. Laws are for men; pain is for beasts.

No, we are (and always have been) demonstrating the futility of their malice and the final impotence of envy-driven ways. The parasite of evil, once disconnected from its host, shrivels and dies, or commits suicide from pride.

Why do you think their kind turns to “crack suicide commando” forces in the face of the indomitable American military? It’s because we have exposed the contradictions of their creed, and the only way to reconcile their faith to reality is to murder the world the easiest way they can: by offing themselves. Less work for us.

Ripp, the worst is when they start talking over you, trying to drown out your very ability to even make a point. I’m seeing it in all of the Bluetropolis witches and the sodomites & bulldykes and the gubmint bureaucrats with the lifetime sinecures who get their rocks off from making your life miserable. “Game” [per se] only works within the framework of a reasonably civil conversation, with some relatively polite give and take. “Talking over you” or “Shouting you down” is a technique which first emerged with the j00z and the j00esses [like Barbara Boxer and Debbie Wassermann Schultz] on the network talk shows about ten years ago, and now it’s gone mainstream with all of the Hivemind puppets of the j00z. If you can’t have a civil conversation, then that leaves you what? Kino? What face would you make at a Bluetropolis witch in order to get her to shut up? Because an M.D. can’t pull her ponytail for fear of a lawsuit.

[CH: “talking over you” is an annoying tic of overconfident careerist girls who abandoned whatever shred of femininity they left girlhood with. good news: these kinds of girls like to talk and like to fuck, which means you don’t have to put as much work into bedding them. better news: they reveal themselves for what they are pretty early in the dating process, so you don’t have to waste too much time with them if you don’t want to.]

GE, are you in a Bluetropolis where you encounter these cunts on a regular basis? It is HORRIBLE out there, man. Nothing in your formal studies prepares you for the wrath of the Cluster B insanity in these witches. And if you’ve got a boss who’s been brainwashed by Evil Psychiatry Inc, and who dutifully tows The Party Line, then you are stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I’m not exactly out in the sticks… and I’ve been known to frequent NYC… but my career has not forced me into daily proximity with Harpies Bizarre.

I have dealt quite a bit in medical clinic environments, and have found a calm, assertive… and if necessary no-nonsense… demeanor serves in good stead.

For example, if I were a pediatrician and a woman shushed me because her child was asleep when I was ready to administer my duties, I’d simply give her a stern look and say something along the lines of “Madam, there are other children who require my attention today… either we wake up your child or I go on to my next patient.”

The mother isn’t even his patient. Make it clear to her that you are there to take care of the patient, not get in a power struggle with her. If she continues to be disruptive, have her go sit in the waiting room.

The “bedside manner ” taught to us in school entails apologizing profusely for any slight the patient sees with you ( regardless of how valid) . I am apologetic when necessary. There was no reason for me to be apologetic in this case.

I appreciate the other posts relating some of the body language and non verbal tips. I am always polite yet firm with these types of mothers and just wanted other angles on how to handle if.

Fowler, you took psych rotations in med school and in your peds residency, right? You are in psychological warfare here, opposite Evil Psychiatry Inc, which [through their ownership of the media] has programmed these c*nts to behave one way, whereas your task is to reprogram them to behave in a different way. See our discussion of Renee Zellweger on the next thread here at CH. Until you start thinking in terms of psychological warfare, you can’t understand the phenomenon which you are dealing with. In fact, I’ve played with the idea of blurting this out to their faces [how they’ve been programmed to be c*ntish monsters], and the only reason I haven’t blurted it out is the fear of Truth Overload on the c*nt’s part [it took a long time for Evil Psychiatry Inc to turn the heat up to boiling, all the while, the frog not noticing…].

Haven’t you heard about kill them with kindness? Turn the other cheek?

Or as PUA newspeak would have it: maintain frame. When someone is cunty to you, being cunty back demonstrates they have control of the situation. Elevate yourself above it, and people, especially women, will respond to their superior’s command.

And they usually apologize (if they’re white). Even more effective when they don’t — because then they are internalizing their cuntiness and essentially destroying themselves.

When you become healthy enough in this regard you become amused at dickwads and essentially laugh in their face for the attempt to drag you into their self-annihilating misery.

On a few occasions I’ve turned down sex from the girls I’m banging or my ex gf. They were puzzled. But it never resulted in any distancing. Far from it. However when the girl distances from sex…then you’ve got to do a real assessment to figure out why.

A woman who pushes you hard for first date sex is telling you something; she will be very, very hard to get clear of later on. Unless you are vacationing in a place like Bali and she never has a chance to learn your real name.

Fotries are a decade of your life when you’re least idealistic and most focused on the practical side of life. In terms of reading it’s a lull, a least for me, between the reading of youth and older age. In my early twenties I read everything from great canonical woks (Milton “Paradise Lost”) to writers like Arthur Koestler, to the biography of Anne Sexton.

A few months ago I started re-reading poet Zbigniew Herbert, who seems downright prophetic today. See if you can find English translations for “Report from a Besieged City”, “The Power of Taste”, or “Damastes.”

Comment eaten by WP. Check out English translation of poems by Zbigniew Herbert. Some I’d recommend: “Report from a Besieged City,” “The Power of Taste,” and “Damastes.” You can also search archives here, as I’ve posted some of his poems in the past.

First things that came to mind about my reading in my early twenties: Milton’s “Paradise Lost.” If you haven’t read it, do so. Slowly.

Also: Arthur Koestler’s works. “Darkness at Noon” is his best known book, a study on leftist totalitarianism. His very obscure “The Age of Longing” is a survey of the American-occupied western European landscape after WWII.

Also for some reason I’m recalling a biography of Anne Sexton. I don’t remember the author’s name. The book vividly describes the lurid, pre-sixties New England and the pre-sixties storm brewing.

Gordon Wood on the American Revolution, Matthew Crawford’s new one, two on the crusades (God’s Battalions, which insists devilishly on calling them “armed pilgrimages,” and an older volume from the 1920s, Iron Men and Saints), and some local histories I picked up at a used book shop.

On audio — highly recommended for the in-between times when you can’t read — the Great Courses, especially their history which isn’t pozzed, currently on WWI, the history of science, and the French Revolution & the Napoleonic Age (though the latter’s instructor sounds like a lesbian, her work is solid enough for a general refresher).

In the queue: Wodehouse’s The Mating Season, A Canticle for Leibowitz, The Great Debate about Burke and Paine, Kreb’s Spam Nation. Later on, tackling The Odyssey and The Aeneid again, but that’s hard work/big reward stuff.

So much wisdom instantly at our fingertips now, you’re a fool if you aren’t leveraging your phones and kindles to keep abreast of “the best that has been thought and said.”

Interesting. I recently discovered the Great Courses on iTunes, but shrugged them off because I assumed they’d be corrupted by leftist dogma, at least the courses I’m interested in. I’ll purchase one today.

On audio I recently finished: Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, The DIM Hypothesis by Leonard Peikof.

I’d recommend The Romantic Manefesto by Alisa Rosenbaum. She’s wrong about a lot, but spot on about the nature of art.

Jack London is always good reading. Call of the Wild, White Fang and The Sea Wolf should be read by all kids in school. As should Lord of the Flies, used as an example of how lenient democracy allows the bad side to exploit democracy until they are in a position to take control and kill all the best people.

Robinson Crusoe is something else that kids should read, to show how a White man with Western-made tools and know-how can survive handily, and do better than the savages on the nearby islands. There was great optimism in that novel, an idea that Western Man could always move forward, and always should, without being concerned with treating cannibal savages as equals who “were here first”.

I would put her through some qualifying hoops :
sth like “spin around” (and check her ass if its worth it)
if she follows she is already proving herself or making idiot of herself if she is feminazi (win-win)

This sh1t happened to me on the high school. C0ck tease hot chick was asking guys for fu.ck. 99% guys was “R U srs?”. I said “ok, lets go”, grabbed her hip and we went to a janitor room , then she took the broomstick (unfortunately the actual broomstick) in defensive position. Even though it was over – it raised my value pretty well and few years later .. rest is history

Also talk as little as possible. I wouldnt go for comedian, think tank or nothing else..decisive or sexual (“anal line”) is the way to go: “Lets go”, or “No” without explanation will unleash the hamster.
Not good for CH audience but n!gga no 1 has my vote.

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